She was enraged, but the photo was genuine. It stared back at her like a tangible betrayal, a single moment frozen in time that threatened to unravel everything. She had been in Jeff's arms that night, not out of affection but due to her intoxicated stupor. No one else would have believed the circumstances—not with the damning evidence plastered all over the internet. Evelyn felt her world crumbling, even as her trembling fingers gripped her phone tighter, staring at the viral image for the umpteenth time.
Her mind raced back to that night, replaying the sequence of events in search of something—anything—that could absolve her. But the memory was hazy, a swirl of laughter, clinking glasses, and the warmth of Jeff's steadying arms as she stumbled. She hadn't meant for this to happen. Yet here it was, splashed across every corner of the digital universe.
